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"
Ah
!
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
So
you
know
about
our
little
footpad
,
do
you
?
He
padded
after
us
all
through
Moria
and
right
down
to
Nimrodel
.
Since
we
took
to
boats
,
he
has
been
lying
on
a
log
and
paddling
with
hands
and
feet
.
I
have
tried
to
catch
him
once
or
twice
at
night
;
but
he
is
slier
than
a
fox
,
and
as
slippery
as
a
fish
.
I
hoped
the
river-voyage
would
beat
him
,
but
he
is
too
clever
a
waterman
.
"
We
shall
have
to
try
going
faster
tomorrow
.
You
lie
down
now
,
and
I
will
keep
watch
for
what
is
left
of
the
night
.
I
wish
I
could
lay
my
hands
on
the
wretch
.
We
might
make
him
useful
.
But
if
I
can
not
,
we
shall
have
to
try
and
lose
him
.
He
is
very
dangerous
.
Quite
apart
from
murder
by
night
on
his
own
account
,
he
may
put
any
enemy
that
is
about
on
our
track
.
"
The
night
passed
without
Gollum
showing
so
much
as
a
shadow
again
.
After
that
the
Company
kept
a
sharp
look-out
,
but
they
saw
no
more
of
Gollum
while
the
voyage
lasted
.
If
he
was
still
following
,
he
was
very
wary
and
cunning
.
At
Aragorn
's
bidding
they
paddled
now
for
long
spells
,
and
the
banks
went
swiftly
by
.
But
they
saw
little
of
the
country
,
for
they
journeyed
mostly
by
night
and
twilight
,
resting
by
day
,
and
lying
as
hidden
as
the
land
allowed
.
In
this
way
the
time
passed
without
event
until
the
seventh
day
.
The
weather
was
still
grey
and
overcast
,
with
wind
from
the
East
,
but
as
evening
drew
into
night
the
sky
away
westward
cleared
,
and
pools
of
faint
light
,
yellow
and
pale
green
,
opened
under
the
grey
shores
of
cloud
.
There
the
white
rind
of
the
new
Moon
could
be
seen
glimmering
in
the
remote
lakes
.
Sam
looked
at
it
and
puckered
his
brows
.
The
next
day
the
country
on
either
side
began
to
change
rapidly
.
The
banks
began
to
rise
and
grow
stony
.
Soon
they
were
passing
through
a
hilly
rocky
land
,
and
on
both
shores
there
were
steep
slopes
buried
in
deep
brakes
of
thorn
and
sloe
,
tangled
with
brambles
and
creepers
.
Behind
them
stood
low
crumbling
cliffs
,
and
chimneys
of
grey
weathered
stone
dark
with
ivy
;
and
beyond
these
again
there
rose
high
ridges
crowned
with
wind-writhen
firs
.
They
were
drawing
near
to
the
grey
hill-country
of
the
Emyn
Muil
,
the
southern
march
of
Wilderland
.
There
were
many
birds
about
the
cliffs
and
the
rock-chimneys
,
and
all
day
high
in
the
air
flocks
of
birds
had
been
circling
,
black
against
the
pale
sky
.
As
they
lay
in
their
camp
that
day
Aragorn
watched
the
flights
doubtfully
,
wondering
if
Gollum
had
been
doing
some
mischief
and
the
news
of
their
voyage
was
now
moving
in
the
wilderness
.
Later
as
the
sun
was
setting
,
and
the
Company
was
stirring
and
getting
ready
to
start
again
,
he
descried
a
dark
spot
against
the
fading
light
:
a
great
bird
high
and
far
off
,
now
wheeling
,
now
flying
on
slowly
southwards
.
"
What
is
that
,
Legolas
?
"
he
asked
,
pointing
to
the
northern
sky
.
"
Is
it
,
as
I
think
.
an
eagle
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
said
Legolas
.
"
It
is
an
eagle
,
a
hunting
eagle
.
I
wonder
what
that
forebodes
.
It
is
far
from
the
mountains
.
"
